It seems worth an attempt. Ms. Magic lady, can you use your magic to make them friendly? Mawimbi asks the quiet mage.
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I am sorry my friend. You have upset the balance; there is no place on a ship such as this for your kind. Send my regards, please. says the druid before slamming the spear down into the remaining rat.
The big man hoists his spear, and checks the buckles of his leather armor. His holy symbol glows with a warm light.
The semester just started, the hordes are at the gate, but I'll be here defending it. Come back soon!
Such pretty sparkles, lady. Allow me to shed a little more light.
Mawimbi, with Mkutubi trailing him, spends his days high above the deck amid the many lines of the rigging. He revels in the salty breeze and communion with the sea, while his furry friend has donned a bandanna and a vest, making him look, from a distance, like a squat and furry sailor. Together, they carefully replace spreaders and shroud lines using Mawimbi's carpenter skills and judicious applications of the mending spell. Activities:
Mawmimbi seeks to ingrain himself in the crew by making himself invaluable to the riggers. The addition of an extra set of hands to haul and hold rope, plus the return of his magic (mending in particular) should hopefully work well with his daily chores. He also would start taking opportunity to assert his toughness. Any challenge from knife throwing, to diving, to eating disgusting foods (purify food and water?) that makes him seem tough. He'd like to implant the idea that he's a savage cannibal type, while making sure his small group of companions know his true character. Additionally, his main goal is to get to know the ins and outs of the rigging, particularly the vulnerable spots. At some point, he fears he might have to escape from the ship, so he may start planning out his sabotage. In particular, he's trying to figure the fewest lines that could be weakened (or cut completely) that it would take to disable the ship for the longest duration. He won't start the process, but just figuring out which lines would be best to disable would be helpful. Also, the plan would include making sure that the stores of rope could be easily jettisoned overboard, making repairs doubly hard.
Looks right by me!
Mkutubi in the quartermaster's quarter. Cage. Padlock. Next time we get chance, we go. He overhears Seherzada: Hide elsewhere, not locker. Then when we're searched, it's not us who stole it back.
Mawimbi debates trying to bash the lock open with his dagger, but realizes that it wouldn't work. He returns back to the bunks and seeks out Lucky. Lucky. Next time you're wandering... could you see about unlocking Mkutubi's cage? He can handle himself once free.
If possible, Mawimbi requires to smuggle a bite of food to his captured friend.
Those who walk in faith with Gozreh are granted small boons, like the spell I just cast, my misbegotten friend. To those with great patience, come great rewards. speaks the jungle man, in a perfectly accentless voice. He leans down and whispers I fear for this ship. It's captain and officers are not in sync with nature. A well run ship skims the sea in harmony. It doesn't take a prophet to see that such overtly unlevel actions will draw this ship to Davy Jones's locker before long. When trouble comes, I intend to find you and our small band and live. he proffers his hand, slightly stained with his own blood, to see if the small man agrees.
Mawimbi laughs, coughing slightly in pain. He runs his hand over his injured back, covering it in blood. He then proceeds to lick the blood from his fingers, saving enough to mark two red lines under his eyes. He then stops to pray to Gozreh.
He drinks his rum: Rum:
Cha bonus duration hours Con damage Nonlethal Addiction And he's addicted.... For his night action he tries to find Mkutubi below deck.
I like the plan; and don't mind some of the handwaving for the daily duty type stuff.
Apparently lack of pirates causes global warming.
Nothing huge. Just an orangutan. Leather armor and a spear were his only other processions still in the hands of the quartermaster.
Mawimbi calls out to his friend; tells him to stay calm. If the quartermaster is around, he would stop in to talk about the ape- if he had time. If not, he would tell his friend (through the wall) not, absolutely NOT, to bite off any fingers- even for fun. (Emphasis added to make sure the quartermaster knew he was serious).
Day actions: Apparently, knots allude him today.
Magic lady. Next time, we tell him I eat human heart. Mawimbi jokes, patting Seherzada on the head. In game of pirates, you win or you die. Unnecessary pain, unneeded death be an imbalance in nature- not Mawimbi's style.
As part of his actions today, Mawimbi would take the time to pray in the sea air (when he's not being yelled at) in order to replace hydraulic push with air bubble for the day. I have a feeling Mawimbi is cruisin' for a keelhaullin'.
The Mwangi slices a handful of hairs off the face of the bully, and then reverses the dagger and thrusts it into the wood of the boat, inches from the other pirate's head. This is enough to secure the geas. We no have to kill you, just wait for magic to do its work. With a grin: You should clean yourself, Scourge will be wondering where we're at, and it is too long and hot of a day to stink like piss. I suggest you find a mop as well. The druid sheathes his dagger, pockets the hairs for his pretend voodoo ritual, and hauls the prone pirate up. He's careful not to get any of the urine on him.
You choose... poorly. says the druid, as he presses the blade against the prone pirates neck. The druid slides the blade up along the neck carefully, trimming any stray hairs that may be left. He pauses, nicks the the blade against the pirate's cheek, and licks a drop of blood from the dagger. Hold still, this will only sting for a moment. He stoops down He makes it look like he's about to kill the bully:
Me think you may have tried to bite more than you can eat. In my tribe, such insolence is repaid by life debt- 1,001 days of service to the man who spares your life. You won't be touching any of us again. Mawimbi smiles a bright white smile, but his eyes are hard.
Are we paused while Strom/Mug is on vacation?
Round 1: Mawimbi moves to flank, if possible. He debates drawing his dagger and using the pommel as a cudgel, but instead decides to throw a punch. If it presents itself
GM Agent: Would purify food/water remove the addicting/damaging properties of the rum?
Work? Mawimbi ready. What we do today? Mawimbi smiles a bright white smile, and leans back against a post. In his head, he prepares for trouble: rehearsing the complex phrasing of an attack prayer, and turning his hip so that his dagger will be free to draw.
GM Agent and casters: Question about wake up/sleeping with memorizing spells. Mawimbi would likely memorize his spells at dawn, preferably on the deck between sea and air. Are they locked into the cabin? Do they wake the group before dawn?
For now, he's got his pre-memorized spells (he never used them), but in the future that'd be a good question to address.
The format does seem pretty daunting.
For example, Mawimbi was going to retrieve his holy symbol from the quartermaster, but it was gone. So he didn't take anything. Now knowing that he was given it earlier in the day, he would have changed his night action... but instead it would be perfectly fine if GM ruled the action stands, but he was able to steal something else of use to another group member.
Little man, you eat cow. You eat pig. You eat fish. Oran-u-tan not monkey, oran-u-tan ape like you and me. He eat monkey like you eat fish. Circle of life. Gozreh keep balance. You eat animals, but when you die you give yourself back to the circle. Your pirate queen- she tell you to prey on weaker ships, but if you get weak- you be prey. Pirate queen no different than Gozreh- she part of the circle. After a moment. You meet Mkutubi, you like Mkutubi. He smart like man. He strong like man. He climb like man. He friend, not food, and not beast like some animals. Gozreh send him to me, bring us here on boat. Balance must be kept, on sea- like on land. In a low voice, just between the two of them Balance not right here. Captain not right. Your queen tell you this, no?
Lucky- I didn't even see that you'd handed me back my symbol! Awesome. His holy symbol in hand, Mawimbi thanks his new friend and casts on it, just to feel the connection to his god.
Upon hearing the word "monkey" Mawimibi almost jumps from his seat. Monkey? You mean Oran-u-tan. Big. Orange, with white stripe? He Mkutubi. He friend. He no monkey. He eat monkey. Mawimbi says, thumping his fist to his chest. He pronounces the name of the animal haltingly with his accent, and looks excited that his friend might be be found on the ship.
Gm Agent: Without my focus, I can only offer a heal check, which seems like he may already have had.
He offers a makeshift long-term care (to help recover more hp).
Quartermaster: Then get the heck out of there asap. If retrieved, find Scourge and offer to help his injuries.
Mawimbi drinks the rum, and changes his decision to try and sleep under the stars, in order to get more acquainted with his fellows despite his sstandoffish nature. After observing the flogging, he realizes that his first goal should be to retrieve his missing symbol of Gozreh, a simple miniature conch shell decorated with tiny druidic symbols and secured with a simple leather strap. To a nonworshiper it would have no value, but returned it could be used to heal those lash wounds. If possible, the druid will try to barter services with the quartermaster for it; perhaps he has a broken item that could be mended with magic? drinky drinks: Charisma Duration Con damage Nonlethal dmg
Animal companion: I'll admit, I had the worst time deciding on a companion (and if I wanted to go the more magic route). So, I picked a rather silly one. Mkutubi means "librarian" in Swahili, so I was naturally thinking of Terry Pratchett's orangutan librarian "the Librarian" from the Discworld series. The Librarian
Oh yeah. Always have to break the jaw. Do we get the vibe from any of the pirates that they have any arcane or divine talent? Looking specifically for things like holy symbols and spell pouches....
work: Mawimbi ignores the taunt, and begins his climb. No day action but diligent work. Does that get a bonus on both the climb and the profession check, or just the profession check?
Night action: Explore the deck. If possible, Mawimbi prefers to sleep under the stars. I take it that his orangutan missed the boat, and won't be sailing along with the crew?
Mktubi!!!!! bellows the druid, once he has scanned the deck and can feel the breeze. If his friend fails to respond, he first seems to shrink in sadness. A few moments later the spell passes, and he stands taller and more stiffly, with a hard gleam in his eye. climb rolls: His sadness channels into rage, and the druid springs to the rigging and climbs without care for his safety. Check to catch himself when he falls:
The sea will judge this captain Harrigan. He should know that to pluck men from the shore and away from their destinies, you must be a tough and concise captain to master the demands of Gozreh. I shall seek omens in the sky to foretell the ship's fate.
As long as I can taste the salt sea air, Marimba be content. the tall man ignores the Press gang and pushes his way out toward the sun.
Question for GM Agent: Druids typically use a spring of holy or some other sacred plant as a divine focus. Would seaweed or a shell of some sort work for Mawimbi? If so, was that taken from him? Also, he picked 'eschew materials' as a feat. Does such divine focus count as less than 1gp, and thus not be required? Ultimately, I'm asking if Mawimbi could cast light right now, and explore the room. He's mostly concerned with finding the ape.
@Cecic: That sounded like a fun snack, and then I looked it up. Get some rest, man. Or bloke/blokess? Or guv'na? I'm not sure which expression is most appropriate here.
Oil o' taggit. A cheap way to lay a man flat, at least temporarily. We're at sea. Mawimbi rasps, his throat raw. His first concern is to look around for his companion, Mkutubi. Is there a porthole? Did the beast follow his friend to the ship and sneak aboard?
Aha! Originally I had only 2, then reread it (too quickly) and added the 3rd. It's an easy fix.
That depends on whether or not the druid gets a chance to touch you prior to the plunge (and whether air bubble was prayed for that morning).
Hi all! I'm looking forward to plundering it up with you.
Mawimbi drinks little but eats meat with gusto. He dines alone, none of the more flashy patrons approach the tall jungle walker, with his eerie white tattoos. He leaves his meal briefly to check on his companion who remained outside; the orangutan had nestled himself comfortably in the eaves of the inn. As a prank, some young pirates poured two spoonfuls of salt into his cup of water in order to test the notion that the druid drinks from the sea as most land lubbers would from a well. Upon returning, Mawimbi drains his drink and asks for another, much to the shock of the guffawing observers.
agent: I was traveling all day and working from a tablet, so it must not have saved the changes. For a holy symbol, would you allow something water themed?
Good luck to everyone! GM Argent: I want to apologize for some missing details: I just noticed skills and feats and spells that I added earlier didn't save, so they are missing. I will try to fix it ASAP. The flavor Is all here, just not all the technical details that I had done.
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